The Throne of Broken Bones (Weapon of Fire and Ash Book 3) by Brittany Matsen

Author:Brittany Matsen [Matsen, Brittany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bookwyrm Books
Published: 2020-07-03T05:00:00+00:00

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Levaroth

L evaroth roared as the icy dagger pierced his side. His warm blood flowed from the newest wound. Yet he shivered with cold.

He was so cold.

“You helped her, didn’t you?”Asmodeus bellowed. The sound bounced off the stone walls, floor, and ceiling, and shook the chamber like booming thunder.

Levaroth’s jaw snapped, and he snarled,“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His master circled him, still clutching the dark, stained magical blade that glowed and pulsed with blue, icy light. The smile that curved his lips was triumphant and wicked.“Who is Emma Duvall?”

Levaroth groaned inwardly. This was the fifth time the prince had asked. “I told you, I’ve never heard that name before,” he gritted.

The frosty blade trailed his spine while Asmodeus pondered where to drive it in next.“Who is Rowek Zennett?”

Levaroth blinked. A cord of familiarity seemed to press on the walls of his mind, but drifted away as if redirected.“Who?”

The prince smiled with satisfaction before turning to face the wide-eyed Spellcaster. His brother, Tlahaz, stood behind her like some protective guard dog, but there was something in his dark eyes that made Levaroth’s gut clench. Both Tlahaz and Prince Asmodeus were in human forms, perhaps so as not to frighten the witch. Levaroth’s wings pinned to the wall behind him flexed, trying to draw her attention to them.

To frighten her.

To feed from her fear.

His stomach tightened with hunger. How long had it been since he last fed?

“Good work. Are the memories gone, or can they still be accessed?”

Memories?

“Th-there is a b-block on them,” she explained, twisting her hands together, trying to distract herself from her own fear. “Hidden behind a wall, kind of.” At the prince’s bored look, she stammered,“I-I can access them.”

Levaroth wanted to ask what she needed to access. In fact, he couldn’t remember who she was or why she was here. Why am I here?

“Twist them,” his master said, smiling wide and cruel.“I want him so thirsty for her blood that he will stop at nothing to rip her throat out.”

The Spellcaster shivered but didn’t dare refuse.

“Forgive me for my failings, my prince.” Levaroth dipped his head as much as his stiff shoulder would allow.“I do not know why I am here.”

Asmodeus’s smile widened, his sharp teeth glinting.“Never forget that you are a weapon, Levaroth. And I am the master that wields you.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

The Spellcaster walked toward him, her head bowed. He could smell her tears, but he couldn’t taste her emotions. He strained against his bonds, against the magic that held him.

Taste her.

Feed.

So weak.

Her head lifted, eyes glowing with violet light, then she raised her palms. They too illuminated the blackness.

Pain filled his skull, ripping a scream from his charred throat.

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